Monday Jan 19, 2004 Touch Me
Touch Me God, touch my heart with the satin of Your passion. Let me feel Your breath on my neck as You caress my mind with Your thoughts. Let me see You, know You, experience You as the wild, free, risk taking God You are. I want to be a child again, Your child, in my thoughts about what is fun, about the wonder of Your creation, about the beauty of who You made me to be. I want to see angels, to live more in the spiritual realm, to not be practical, to hear Your voice EVERY time You speak to me. I want to dance in the rain, fall in the snow, play in the mud and lay in sun bathed meadows of flowers with You, the Lover of my soul. Come Lord Jesus, romance me my King. Here is my heart, I am Yours.
August 2006 My Lion
My Lion A layer of innocence has been ripped from my soul. My mind, my spirit, and my emotions lay bruised... bleeding....alone. So I run, run to my Lion. I wrap my arms around His strong, thick neck and bury my face in His golden, flowing mane. As He nuzzles against me I hear His deep, yet soft purring.
Then, as His soul touches mine He feels the rawness... He sees the bruising.... He smells the blood....I feel the thick, rippling muscles in His neck stiffen as He lifts His head and with His teeth bared he ROARS! A roar that shakes not only the earth but heaven and hell as well. His beloved, His princess has been ravaged by the enemy and His eyes blaze with a fierceness that I've never seen. The one He loves has been deeply wounded and now He is poised and ready to counter attack... .to defend... to rescue.. to guard.... to protect... to vindicate.... to redeem. While He growls and roars at the enemy He purrs and gently nuzzles me and as I cling to Him... my face buried in His mane. With my Lion, am I safe. Snuggled warmly in His mane I fall asleep listening to His purr.
Sept. 1, 2006 Letting Go
I find peace in letting go
When I let go I am free to fall.... free to fall into His arms... free to dance with wild abandonment to the music of His love.
I find rest in letting go
When I let go there's no more struggle.... no more fight.... sweet sleep carries me through the night.
I find healing in letting go
When I let go I let everyone off the hook.... when I don't blame you and I don't blame me.... there's no more blame to make us lame.
I find death in letting go
When I let go I die... a death to self and flesh.... to being in control.... to calling all the shots.... to having my own way.
When I let go I can dance, I can fly, I can run and never fall
When I let go sin lets go of me
When I let go my hand is free to be held by yours.
Tuesday May 6, 2008 The Ice Bridge
I stand on the edge, at the end of all my yesterdays.... my past, and all it holds, behind me. Before me in the distance, both near and far, I see my future. It beckons me to step into it... out of black and white into a Kingdom of vibrant colors, sounds, sights and smells. I see Jesus there and he beckons me, "Come, COME ON! I am waiting for you!" He is beautiful, His countance is brighter than the sun. I look down... a deep, wide chasm lies between me and my future... still He beckons me to come, to cross over, to pass over into the new, into my destiny here on earth.
I look down again... a bridge of sparkling ice covers the chasm. It glistens in the Light of His love. I lift my foot to step out. The voice of fear whispers into my ear, "What if it cracks? What if it breaks open and you fall through?" For a moment I am paralyzed, unable to to move. Then I hear His voice, His soft, sweet yet deep voice.... "I will not let you fall through, I won't allow your foot to slip. Trust Me" and He extends His hand to me. With fear clutching at my shoulders and shouting at me "what if..." I begin to walk forward. With each step fear's grip loosens... fear's voice grows fainter. My eyes are fixed , focused on His eyes of fire. I reach for His extended hand, my steps grow faster, each one more sure than the last. My heart begins to beat in gloriours rythm with His. Fear's grip is no longer able to reach me. I no longer hear Fear's voice... I only hear His voice saying, "COME, COME ON! I've been waiting for you! Even though I Am here I've been there, beside you along. I AM in your future... waiting for you to arrive." I look back.... the ice bridge is melting. It fades away and drips into the chasm as the blinding Light of His love shines down on me. "Don't look back" He says. "The bridge to your past has melted... there is no way back to your past... look to your future... to your destiny... a glorious future prepared by Me awaits you. My heart longs to give you My best. What is here, now, for you is beyond your wildest imagination, your deepest longing, your most cherished dreams. You are here... in your future. Your destiny is here! Walk in it... you are here!
He holds me tightly in His strong, yet gentle embrace. He holds my head, carressing my hair.... He kisses my face and as He nuzzles His head to mine He says, "I've waited for you so long. I've wanted you to be here, right here beside Me for so long. Now My heart bursts with joy as I give you your destiny. I've wanted to give this to you for so long. It is My pleasure to give you the Kingdom.... now walk in it on earth... it is yours forever more... walk in it NOW!"
Sunday August 3, 2008 How Much?
Jesus asks, "How much of Me do you want? You can have as much of Me as you want.
How much of Me can you not live without? You can have that much... and more.
How much of Me do you desire? You can have your desire for Me filled... but never quenched.
How much of Me will you embrace? You can never hold Me too tightly.
How much of Me do you want? You can have as much of me that you can't live without."
Sunday August 3, 2008 Will You?
Your presence draws me and I lay myself at your feet
Will you cover me with the corner of your robe?
I long to give myself to you completely
Will you take all of me, even the parts I long to hide?
I have nothing to offer you execpt brokenness
Will you enter into me your firey love and meld me into oneness with you?
Will you?
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